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Seven brides serve me seven
Seven seas for me
From gates to Rlyeh
Abydos to

And sing from stern
But now I cease to
For I to return to woodland ferns
Herne and his wild huntress lay

Now the tidal are turning, spurning the
The great purgations of distinguished
Are but in time to the thrill that Im once more
Heading to the bedding of her English

The bickered in Satanic mill sails
flickered in deep thickets of trees
And mists clung tight in panic to
Brigantia spoke her soul to me

From Imbolg to
to Samhain feasts
I heard her lament as blent
Together a chimerical

Now the tidal are turning in darkness
The celebrations of extinguished
Are but in time to the chill that climbs once more
Dreading the red weddings on her English

Gone are the rustic of my youth
Cruel winters cut their throats
With polished scythes reap worldwide
Pitch skies and forest smoke

And the hosts that I saw
Drones of law
the ghosts of my forbears
To and rally once more

One of her sons from the vast far
Come to rebuild
The line of the Leonine
Risen over fields

Now the tidal are turning burning in
The of her hungry sword
Shalt spill like wine from the to chines that pour
Spreading her on these English shores

For the hosts I saw there
Drones of law
Drove the of my forbears
To and rally once more

is a waking for England
From its doze
This is a for England
Lest hope and are regarded as foes